So last weekend was running around getting the vehicles legal (stupid safety inspections, registrations and what not) and then clearing out the garage for what should be the final time. The garage is now 95% organized and officially "moved in". Woohoo! The only things left are SO's side of the garage with his tools/fluids/etc for the racecar and car parts, not of my concern to organize. On Sunday, I was getting ready to go to the barn to finish out my LAST two point time of the month when I got a text, Mia has a cough and her legs are stocked up. Ugh, that sucks.
|Big fat legs|
|Fat leg fail|
Last night Mia seemed back to normal, personality wise and the fever was gone, she was down to 99.4. I curried her legs off and while they are still big and fat, they aren't AS big and fat. Did I remember to take a pic when they were really big and fat? No.
|No lady like ankles here|
Yeah. This is a new personal record :D